Queen Of Sensation Poem by Ghost Legend

She walks in rain
Domain to domain,
Exciting veins
While taking the reins.

There's no such thing
As shame associated—
She ignores the pain
And gamely fakes it.

Her lips have fame;
The ultimate curators
Igniting flames,
Turning liquid into vapor.

Men owe her favors—
She's owed their lives
For resisting the temptation
Of telling their wives.

The Queen of Sensation,
Title to which she abides,
Describes the rhythm
Of her sensual thighs.

This Queen isn't fooled;
She knows it's a lie,
But from her early youth,
She was taught to satisfy.